i worry, i worry, in case they are wrong

[theladyrose]

I've been meaning to write a real entry for ages. I swear I will, and really it won't be angsty. But in the meantime, this poem probably best sums up how things are at the moment:

I worry about you-
So long since we spoke.
Love, are you downhearted,
Dispirited, broke?

I worry about you.
I can't sleep at night.
Are you sad? Are you lonely?
Or are you all right?

They say that men suffer
As badly, as long.
I worry, I worry,
In case they are wrong.
(Wendy Cope)

This could describe how I feel about many people, as if somehow carrying around this growing mass of angst about other people will somehow counterbalance their anguish and make it all OK.

Dad's not been doing too well lately. It's been more like a sudden shift in decline rather than a full blown avalanche, but it's hard to tell how bad things are over the phone. He's lost a tooth and got stitches around his face twice within the span of a week and a half from falling down the stairs. I'm hoping that he and mom didn't have to go to the emergency room again tonight for an uncontrollable nosebleed.

Dad's seeing his neurologist this Friday; at the very least, it'll be interesting to see what sort of effect, if any, the stem cell therapy from two years ago has on his condition.

Frankly, I wish we could reset the clock to when I was five so that my family was happy and healthy again. It kills me not being able to do anything.

Any good hopes and prayers for my parents are very much appreciated.

Comments

[dfordoom.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry things aren't going well at the moment.

[theladyrose.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I'm hoping that it's just a phase that will pass at some point.